1 Poetry

..
.
i am jammed
deep in pockets
which have no memory
an they are full of
me
tight walking pockets
i wonder if my face is broke
en
smashed within the stride
of legs i do not
know
I've never seen
the hands
when they reach-burrow
in
i hope
yer a nice one once
i was in yer...

.
:.
skeleton and skin
a heart
beating
down a heart beat
down
skull clock
ticking
round you have kicked at me to let you kick me
there was never power
when i went over the
arch of the fever
it was no dry run
no false landing
the barometer broke fast
beyond the demanding...

and literal
(im just not real happy with what happened to my husband
2 years ago thisday etc. - call me a wuss - i am not adapting well
to this at all.)
december 15 2012
alone you were alone
when your head exploded
inside your head
why was i not with you
i could fall out
cry cry...